Born in America, in the 1950’s, in Southern Indiana, which is a far cry from Jerusalem, Israel.
That is where this story starts, near the Ohio River, in a burgh of a town, reputedly to be the only town in the North captured and held by the South during that war. There stood the Baptist church where, I spent my first Sunday on this earth. The church where my Grandfather had a long term relationship, as a member, deacon and teacher of adult bible study.
The fact that this in America, after World War II, at a time when you […]